Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cameroon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Peter and Kerry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.